Gordon Freeman!

Lyrics

In the desert where the black sun hums,
A clock of crystal splits its tongue.

Under desert stone and sodium lights, the Lambda burns in gold,
Anomalous prayers to engines—doors that never should unfold.
HEV hymns in amber glow, Geiger choirs start to ring,
When the crystal split the daylight, torn horizons learned to sing.

He walks the vacuum’s garden where the boundaries come apart,
Returns with void-fire on his boots and gravity in his heart.

Hail the silent oath, the scholar with the iron hymn,
The crowbar’s red gospel writing truth on fractured rim.
Through breach and ash, with cunning he will win
We chant the name that echoes clean: Gordon Freeman.

Vortigaunts in verdant arcs, lightning braided in their hands,
Xen’s cathedral islands float above impossible sands.
Gonarch drums in caverns deep, Nihilanth’s tethered mind,
Chains of infant cosmos crack—extinction redefined.

A briefcase ticks like metronomes that measure human breath,
A blue-suit specter hires storms, subcontracts life and death.
The contract ink is negative space, the clauses written thin—
A pause between two subway stops where futures stagger in.


Wake to City 17 where screens preach Breen’s decree,
Citadel like a needle stitching sky to tyranny.
Gunships rake the winter air, Striders thrum the streets,
Zero-Point manipulator makes physics obsolete

Hail the silent oath, the scholar with the iron hymn,
The crowbar’s red gospel writing truth on fractured rim.
Through breach and ash, with cunning he will win
We chant the name that echoes clean: Gordon Freeman.